Sharon ♥ 002
Who: Sharon and Whoever
Where: The Library
Style: Whatever best suits your tastes~
Status: Open
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Somewhere within the sea on books you can spot a young girl of an elegant posture, intently searching through a row of book that so far had divided themselves in three neat piles - one on the table, on on the floor and one on the chair she sat in front of. Just a moment ago yet another piece of literature had been placed atop the pile on the floor, as the little Miss swiftly moved to another one of those that were set on the table. The pile on the chair in front of her was considerably smaller than the other two. Perhaps if you've been nearby long enough, you might have noticed a pattern here.
In particular Sharon was looking for romance novels, but she wasn't up for just any novel, as the little Miss had tastes that needed to be lived up to. Which is why this proved to be a more difficult task than one might think.
Next to the pile on the table sat a warm cup of tea, a kettle and a decreasing amount of cookies that lay on an unwrapped sheet of white clothing.
Where: The Library
Style: Whatever best suits your tastes~
Status: Open
Flop. Shift. Flip. Flip. Flip.
Somewhere within the sea on books you can spot a young girl of an elegant posture, intently searching through a row of book that so far had divided themselves in three neat piles - one on the table, on on the floor and one on the chair she sat in front of. Just a moment ago yet another piece of literature had been placed atop the pile on the floor, as the little Miss swiftly moved to another one of those that were set on the table. The pile on the chair in front of her was considerably smaller than the other two. Perhaps if you've been nearby long enough, you might have noticed a pattern here.
In particular Sharon was looking for romance novels, but she wasn't up for just any novel, as the little Miss had tastes that needed to be lived up to. Which is why this proved to be a more difficult task than one might think.
Next to the pile on the table sat a warm cup of tea, a kettle and a decreasing amount of cookies that lay on an unwrapped sheet of white clothing.